A Random Wednesday At Generic Bread

I'm back in the Generic Bread for the 1st time this year & the topics of conversation among the freaks who congregate here are the same as always - namely prayer and parole. Some things never change. That's comforting on some level, I guess. Some are praying for parole. Others are paroling for prayer. Either way...

Big news here recently in the shady world of online poker, as the US Department of Justice has gone after Full Tilt, Poker Stars, & some other site I've never heard of. When you login into the Full Tilt site there is a message that all US accounts are frozen & no US member of the site can play in cash games. It's wonderful in the sense that all the other problems in this country have evidently been solved & the Dep of Justice can focus on online gambling issues. I'm assuming the move is nothing more than an attempt by Barry's boys at Justice to punish these sites and the gamblers on them because no tax is paid into the Treasury's coffers. Liberals are all about freedom and do what you want, as long as they can tax it in some way. When they can't tax it, they get angry & the love of freedom goes right out the window. Because as much as they love freedom, they love taxes way more. I'm not sure how many folks here in the US have been affected by the action against Full Tilt - probably a few million. My personal account doesn't have a whole lot of dough in there. But for the guys that have thousands or tens of thousands in their now frozen accounts, they have gotta be pissed. Rightfully so. Eventually, I hope everyone gets their money out. But I have no idea how long that might take. Months at least. The whole episode reeks of tyranny. And tyranny is right up Barry's alley. The dude lives to be tyrannical.

I had an interesting experience over last weekend. I found myself at some Greek church in Winston-Salem Saturday night. And a wedding reception broke out. No, I wasn't an invited guest at the reception. I've only met a few Greek folks in my life & I don't recall any of them being too fond of me (shocking!). I did manage to observe some interesting Greek traditions that I was ignorant about heading into the night. One of them involved guests throwing money on the floor as the newlyweds danced. There were various denominations of bills floating around. No one seemed to eager to pick them up either. Folks just kind of walked or danced around the money strewn about the dance floor. The other interesting tradition I learned about Greeks and weddings is that the ladies like to cram themselves into dresses that are at least 2 sizes too small. The Greek cleavage hung in the air like the smell of desperation hangs in the air at a strip joint at about 2 am. There was lots of Greek cleavage. Which was okay. I had a pleasant experience out at this Greek wedding deal - cleavage and all. My favorite part of the experience was helping some of the little Greek kids get extra packets of ketchup for their french fries. I got a big bang out of that. Little kids are pretty much awesome, especially when they need extra ketchup for their fries.

I haven't been out to the bars much at all here lately. Thus I have no weird stories to share about my run-ins with various barflies. I should make it out here soon though. It's inevitable. I think during the entire month of April I made it into Wing Joint all of 3 times. And one of those was a Sunday night. Rasta Chick was bartending and my man Goosey was in as well. Other than that, it was pretty sedate. The only remotely interesting thing that happened was that during the Celtics/Knicks game, I was chatting with this brother about hoops and mentioned that Boston was having trouble with the high ball screen, when the Knicks actually ran it. Most of the possessions for NY were isos for Anthony or Stoudemire. Blah, blah, blah. Anyway, this brother asked me at one point if I was a coach. Maybe he'd never heard anyone at a bar watching hoops actually talk about what was going on vis a vis strategy, etc. I don't know. I told this dude that, "No, I've never coached anyone to do anything. But if I did, it wouldn't be hoops. That's for damn sure. It would be field hockey. I'm down with those skirts the chicks wear." The brother laughed. You can't blame him. But I wasn't exactly kidding. Obviously...

The lunch rush has just started here at Generic Bread. Lots of ladies in pants that are a bit too tight for their cabooses are strolling around. As a result, you can easily detect the pantie cut of choice for each gal. Alas, thongs are not in the lead. There's still time for thongs to catch up though. It's only 12:15...

Some dude sitting to my left is saying something about the grass being greener on the other side. I want to ask, "On the other side of what?"

An old man is eating a ham sandwich at a table nearby. He sure looks hungry. His pants have cuffs.

A kid with bleached blonde hair is working the counter. He doesn't appear to have bathed in days.

An old bag wearing a lime green shirt is slopping up some tomato based soup. It's not particularly erotic.

A Mexican chick just meandered by. And yes, she is indeed sporting a thong. It probably has a Hello Kitty decal where her pubes would be. But I'm guessing she's shaved raw. Why wouldn't a Mexican chick wearing a Hello Kitty thong for lunch on a Wednesday in early May at Generic Bread be shaved raw? How could she not be???

I got a note on the Faceshit from Mrs Rummer recently. In it she informed me that The Bush of Death had put on a production of Hi, Hi, Nerdie a few weeks ago. I guess they put that show on every 24 years like clockwork. Mrs Rummer was kind enough to note that the poor kid who played old Conrad in the thing wasn't nearly as good as yours truly was back in the halcyon days of 1987. I have no idea if that's true or not. But it was awfully kind of Mrs Rummer to say so.

Well, it's way after lunchtime now. Generic WiFi kicked me out (maybe for mocking their valued customers...). I then killed time at a movie theater. I pulled my old trick of walking in and just asking for a ticket to whatever is showing next. That something next ended up being Insidious. And the title is apropos. The film is silly. It involved lost souls and the "further." You don't want to know. Of note is that Barbara Hershey is in it and she needs to demand a refund from whoever did her plastic surgery. Because her facelift is what's truly insidious.

I'm stopping now...